Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.